Bo Jiu cared for him with a patience totally out of character for her
Although she wasn't well versed with caring for others, this time, she had even helped to adjust his pillows and take his temperature.
Everytime she took his temperature, she had to suppress the urge to tie him up and take advantage of him.
It wasn't good.
But after giving it some thought, it wasn't common for the Almighty to be so fragile.
He was dressed in white pyjamas, his hair black and a poetry book in his hand, looking very much like a sick beauty.
She should take advantage while she could.
Qin Mo lifted his lids, catching sight of a certain someone's satisfied look and lifted smile.
He couldn't seem to hold his laughter.
What was with this guy?
"Why are you laughing?" Bo Jiu tilted her head.
Qin Mo only raised a brow at that gesture. "Did I?"
